Mark’s cock was like something I had seen in a porn movie once and remember at the time thinking it must somehow be fake. It wasn't just the length ...hat surprised me it was how thick it was. I don’t have small hands but my fingers barely wrapped around it as I reached out and began to stroke it.As I stroked Mark’s cock it seemed to get even bigger and harder as the thick veins along the length of his shaft swelled. Even back then I was a confirmed lover of sucking cock and I couldn't wait to. Helen, who had said nothing, was sitting on the other side of the bed and I suddenly became aware that she was holding my hand. Actually it was only when I went to scratch my nose that I realised that I didn't have a free hand to do it with, Jenny was holding my other hand.That was a big problem for me; which hand did I release to scratch my nose? After thinking about it for a couple of moments, I decided to let my nose itch. It was taking my mind off of the other aches and pains and the dammed. "TOMMY!" What mum, is there a problem?" I laughed and she clenched her fists, posing like a boxer with a fist under my chin."I'm not very big." she smiled, "But I swear, if you don't give me my pressie by the time I've had a toke, I'll thump you."She took a long pull and sat down quickly as the new and much stronger weed played angelic harps inside her brain."Oh." she smiled. "Oh shit." she shivered and grinned at me."You know Tommy." she took another pull and held it in her lungs while. Our eyes met, we exchanged quick little smiles and then pushed our carts into the store where she went right and I went left.Five minutes later as I was getting some shop towels off of the bottom shelf she came into the same aisle. Once again our eyes met, we exchanged smiles, and she went up the aisle and I went the other way. Another five minutes found me getting a couple of Valentine cards for my grandchildren and here she came again. Again the exchange of glances and small smiles except.